Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Forty Minutes

8:20am.  I am standing in a hotel hallway knocking on the door.  It opens and the Boss ushers me inside.  Before you roll your eyes and groan...here we go again, I ask that you save your judgement until the end of the ride.  The room is small and dark, but clean.  He has been reading his kindle and has coffee and danishes.  The kind with the raspberry jelly.  He hugs me tighter than ever before.  He lets go and sits on the end of the bed.  I sit on the chair and we talk.  About his job, my job, his crazy ex-wife, his new shared custody arrangement...we do not speak of his new fiance.   It is nice to just talk to him, but it is not the same this time.  Something isn't right.  He had to beg for months to get me here again.  He promised me and said "name the time and place and I am there."  He was really excited but I just wasn't feeling it yet.

8:30.  Small talk behind us, he stands up and puts out his hand to me.  I stand up also and he starts kissing me.  It is good.  He is a great kisser.  Still, its not the way it was and perhaps too much time and bullshit is between us now.  As I wrap my arms around him, he feels slighter now- like he is disappearing before me.  He is kissing me with urgency.

8:35.  After kissing and groping, he takes off my shirt.  He reaches around to undo my bra and can't.  We laugh because he has always struggled with that.  I undo my bra and he gets naked.  I remove my pants and we start kissing again.  It has been a long time since I have sucked his cock so I drop to my knees eagerly and begin sucking.  He is clearly enjoying it so I am careful not to let him get too close to finishing.  He sits on the edge of the bed again and reaches over and scoops up the raspberry jelly from  his danish.  he rubs it around my nipple and shoves the finger in my mouth.  I sucked it clean for him then stand in front of him with one foot up on the bed.  As he licks and sucks the jelly off he is fingering my clit and it is really good.  I am starting to feel an orgasm and he whispers "cum for me baby."  I do.  He keeps sucking my nipples and I tell him I love it.  Then he says to me "I missed you."  The tone of his voice was a mixture of sadness and desperation.  "Tell me you missed me."   "Yes, I miss you every day and I want you all the time."  "Good girl."  Then he tells me to lay down and I do.

8:50.  He is behind me trying to push his cock into my ass.  I am more than ready.  I have been waiting for this for so long.  He can't quite do it though and asks me to get on my hands and knees.  I oblige and he forgoes my ass altogether and begins to fuck me doggystyle.  I am surprised but I figure he will try again shortly.  The headboard is a mirror (sounds porno-riffic but the room was nice, not cheesy) and he says to me that my tits look great bouncing as he fucks me.  I can't look.  The phone rings and he laughs about it.  After the third ring, he stops fucking me.  I figure, he is answering the phone but no, he tells me he is done.  "I'm sorry, it was just too good."  Wow.  I am pretty sure we just set some land-speed record.  I figure he is going to clean up and maybe we will lay down and chat some more and fool around a little but he flatly tells me, "I have to go to work now."

9:00.  I cleaned up very fast.  I needed to get out of the room, out of his sight.  I wanted to keep it together in front of him.  I got into my car and looked at the clock.  You have got to be kidding me!  I drove away and started to cry.  No, I am not crying over the awkwardly bad sex.  Bad sex is annoying but nothing to cry about.  I am crying because for the first time, I saw the real boss.  He was no longer the strong, sexy, powerful take-charge man telling me what to do and fucking me on his terms.  He was an aging, frail, desperate man needing to cling to a piece of his past and trying to forget the burdens of life for a little while.  I am crying because I know I need to write about this, our very last meeting, and I am sad about the ending of our story.  Although, now that I have seen the Wizard, I can go home.

2 comments:

Advizor54 said...

All men stand in great fear of being the man behind the curtain instead of the Wizard on the screen.

I am sure it was just as painful for him as it was for you. Be gentle with him in your memories.

bisous said...

I will always think fondly of him. This was never the ending I anticipated for us and it still makes me cry when I think about it.